"Kill the spare," I hear a high pitched voice command to someone I could not see.
"Avada Kadavra!" shouts another person.
I feel a jolt and I see green lights everywhere and then I collapse.
"No!" Harry cried. That was the last voice I ever heard.
Death is peaceful until someone starts poking you with a stick. I open my eyes to see a man with pale white skin leaning over me.
"Hello Cedric my name is Carlisle. I am a doctor. I can help you. But it's very risky," the strange man says.
"Anything," I whisper, I can feel it coming. I'm going to die.
He leans towards my neck. His lips pulled over his glistening white teeth. He gets closer. Is he gonna kiss me? Should I tell him I'm not interested in him? And then, he bit me.
I could feel the venom spreading through me. Carlisle said he's going to take me to his house so I would be better hospitalized. Like it would make a difference. It felt like I was on a bed of pointy sharp pins, burning at the stake and having my head sliced off all at the same time. So you can see why it wouldn't make a difference if I was in a nice comfy bed or on the ground in a grave yard.
Right now I'm wishing Voldermort had killed me.
3 days later
The pain started to ease. I felt different. It was weird. Some weird feeling I can't really describe. It's kind of like I'm not me any more. I want to open my eyes and look around but I haven't gathered enough strength for that.
"Harry…." I mumble. I have no idea what happened. All I remember is Voldermort killing me and seeing an angel that said he could make the pain go away and then. Everything is blurred. All I remember is pain, lots of pain.